Fictober 2019 Day 17 - Prompt: Ring
Title: Ring
Pairing: Abe Aran / Morita Myuto
Warning: Blood
A/N: Day 17 of the Fictober Challenge I decided to try (here) .
Day 17 - Ring
His head, it feels like it’s on fire, like his skull has cracked in two. The ground under his cheek feels hostile, cold, and moist, makes him dizzy. It smells of smoke and gas…
The car.
He opens his eyes; he’s on the ground, lying on his side next to the car, his door open and the window broken. Did he get out on his own? Did he get thrown out?
The other car, the one that appeared out of nowhere and collided with theirs, it’s a few meters away, upside down. It makes Aran take a deep breath, but then he wants to throw up, because the smell, it’s so foul, and he can taste blood in his mouth, can see blood on the street…
…can feel it running down to his cheek. So this is why his head is aching so much…
He tries to get up, but his feet won’t listen, and one of his ankles feels terribly swollen, hurting like hell. It’s getting late, the colors of the sky turning darker, and the road is empty, no one else driving by. If he can find his phone, where is his phone…
…wait…
“Myuto…” he whispers, chokes the words out, tries to cling onto the car to see if the older one is still inside. But it’s leaking, dark liquid dripping down from the car, and Aran shakes his head in denial, can feel tears in his eyes. “Myuto, are you ok?”
He must have definitely broken his ankle, he realizes moments later, when he can finally stand, holding onto the car door. He can only stand on one leg, but Myuto is there, still on his seat, not moving at all.
“Come on…” he chokes, tries to lean over to reach him, but he can’t, it makes every part in his body complain, did not realize he’s full of cuts on his arms, too. “Myuto, please wake up, come on…”
He goes around the vehicle, slowly, limping and clinging onto the wrecked metal, until he makes it over to Myuto’s side. His head is resting back on the seat, eyes closed, and there’s also blood streaming down from his ear, as long as his stomach, where a large piece of glass has pierced through his skin. No, no, no, no…
“Myuto, wake up.” He says again, the tears in his eyes blurring his vision when he needs it clear the most, and he shakes his shoulder, as gently as he can, doesn’t want to cause any more damage. “Myuto!”
Not responding. Aran looks around, pushes himself a little more into the car to find a phone, any phone, his or Myuto’s…and he sees it, between Myuto’s feet, has to crouch down carefully and bite on his cheek from the inside to keep the pain in. His hand, it reaches out to grab it, but he grabs something else as well, small and smooth.
…a ring?
“What…”
It’s nothing fancy, just a simple silver pinky ring, already stained with blood, just like the phone. Both must have fallen from Myuto’s hand, but Aran has never seen that ring before, and despite all the blood, it seems too new, like it came straight out of a shop.
And as he brings it closer to his face, he sees a date carved inside, numbers that Aran’s mind cannot process immediately. What is that ring, when did Myuto get that ring?
The day of their first date. That is what’s carved inside, and it causes a pain in Aran’s stomach that has nothing to do with the accident. Was this why he was so secretive the past days?
He puts it on his finger quickly, not surprised at all that it fits him perfectly, and slides the phone into his pocket, reaches for Myuto’s seatbelt. “Myuto, wake up, you’re not dying on me here, come on…” he stammers, slides one arm under his head. “Come on, I need to get you out of here, the car might catch fire, Myuto, please…please wake up…”
Not now, not today, not like this…
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Pairing: Abe Aran / Morita Myuto
Warning: Blood
A/N: Day 17 of the Fictober Challenge I decided to try (here) .
Day 17 - Ring
His head, it feels like it’s on fire, like his skull has cracked in two. The ground under his cheek feels hostile, cold, and moist, makes him dizzy. It smells of smoke and gas…
The car.
He opens his eyes; he’s on the ground, lying on his side next to the car, his door open and the window broken. Did he get out on his own? Did he get thrown out?
The other car, the one that appeared out of nowhere and collided with theirs, it’s a few meters away, upside down. It makes Aran take a deep breath, but then he wants to throw up, because the smell, it’s so foul, and he can taste blood in his mouth, can see blood on the street…
…can feel it running down to his cheek. So this is why his head is aching so much…
He tries to get up, but his feet won’t listen, and one of his ankles feels terribly swollen, hurting like hell. It’s getting late, the colors of the sky turning darker, and the road is empty, no one else driving by. If he can find his phone, where is his phone…
…wait…
“Myuto…” he whispers, chokes the words out, tries to cling onto the car to see if the older one is still inside. But it’s leaking, dark liquid dripping down from the car, and Aran shakes his head in denial, can feel tears in his eyes. “Myuto, are you ok?”
He must have definitely broken his ankle, he realizes moments later, when he can finally stand, holding onto the car door. He can only stand on one leg, but Myuto is there, still on his seat, not moving at all.
“Come on…” he chokes, tries to lean over to reach him, but he can’t, it makes every part in his body complain, did not realize he’s full of cuts on his arms, too. “Myuto, please wake up, come on…”
He goes around the vehicle, slowly, limping and clinging onto the wrecked metal, until he makes it over to Myuto’s side. His head is resting back on the seat, eyes closed, and there’s also blood streaming down from his ear, as long as his stomach, where a large piece of glass has pierced through his skin. No, no, no, no…
“Myuto, wake up.” He says again, the tears in his eyes blurring his vision when he needs it clear the most, and he shakes his shoulder, as gently as he can, doesn’t want to cause any more damage. “Myuto!”
Not responding. Aran looks around, pushes himself a little more into the car to find a phone, any phone, his or Myuto’s…and he sees it, between Myuto’s feet, has to crouch down carefully and bite on his cheek from the inside to keep the pain in. His hand, it reaches out to grab it, but he grabs something else as well, small and smooth.
…a ring?
“What…”
It’s nothing fancy, just a simple silver pinky ring, already stained with blood, just like the phone. Both must have fallen from Myuto’s hand, but Aran has never seen that ring before, and despite all the blood, it seems too new, like it came straight out of a shop.
And as he brings it closer to his face, he sees a date carved inside, numbers that Aran’s mind cannot process immediately. What is that ring, when did Myuto get that ring?
The day of their first date. That is what’s carved inside, and it causes a pain in Aran’s stomach that has nothing to do with the accident. Was this why he was so secretive the past days?
He puts it on his finger quickly, not surprised at all that it fits him perfectly, and slides the phone into his pocket, reaches for Myuto’s seatbelt. “Myuto, wake up, you’re not dying on me here, come on…” he stammers, slides one arm under his head. “Come on, I need to get you out of here, the car might catch fire, Myuto, please…please wake up…”
Not now, not today, not like this…
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